Killer Instinct by S.E. Green – Guest Post & Giveaway!

9th Apr 2014 Jess and Lety @ Gone with the Words 2014, Giveaways, Guest Posts

Killer Instinct by S.E. Green – Guest Post & Giveaway!Killer Instinct by S.E. Green
Published by Simon Pulse on May 6th 2014
Genres: Suspense, Young Adult
Pages: 272
Format: Hardcover
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She’s not evil, but she has certain... urges.

Lane is a typical teenager. Loving family. Good grades. Afterschool job at the local animal hospital. Martial arts enthusiast. But her secret obsession is studying serial killers. She understands them, knows what makes them tick.

Why?

Because she might be one herself.

Lane channels her dark impulses by hunting criminals—delivering justice when the law fails. The vigilantism stops shy of murder. But with each visceral rush the line of self-control blurs.
And then a young preschool teacher goes missing. Only to return... in parts.
When Lane excitedly gets involved in the hunt for “the Decapitator,” the vicious serial murderer that has come to her hometown, she gets dangerously caught up in a web of lies about her birth dad and her own dark past. And once the Decapitator contacts Lane directly, Lane knows she is no longer invisible or safe. Now she needs to use her unique talents to find the true killer’s identity before she—or someone she loves—becomes the next victim...

 

5 songs that would be found on a Killer Instinct soundtrack

I’m not the type of writer who listens to music while I type. BUT I totally do while I’m plotting. Right now I’m listening to Train. I just love them. They make me happy. However, Train is not who I listened to while plotting KILLER INSTINCT. This is a dark novel and requires instrumental, haunting, and deep sounds. This list is exactly what Lane, my main character, would listen to as well. Though her mind is often in turmoil, though her actions are violent, some readers might think she prefers hard rock. Indeed she does not, and in fact can’t stand it. This is the music that would keep her focused and calm.

1. Adele – Turning Tables (Instrumental)

2. Johann Sebastian Back – Aria Da Ca

3. Daniel Licht – House – Dexter

4. Tricky – Past Mistake (the voices in this make the music even more evocative)

5. Angelo Badalamenti – Fire Walk With Me

To celebrate the upcoming release author SE Green is giving away some neat stuff: A personalized copy of KILLER INSTINCT, a Tshirt, autographed poster, and an an evidence bag of swag!

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To Pre-order: AmazonBarnes & NobleBAMM.comIndieBound

READ THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS of KILLER INSTINCT on Wattpad

To find out more about SE Green and her books visit SEGREEN.net
and make sure to follow her on TWITTER | TUMBLR | FACEBOOK | INSTAGRAM

 

 

About S.E. Green

S.E. Green

S. E. Green or Shannon Greenland is the author of the award winning Middle Grade spy series, The Specialists, which was an ALA top pick and a National Reader’s Choice Recipient. Killer Instinct marks her debut into the world of thrillers. It’s due out in hardcover 5.6.14 under her pseudonym, S. E. Green.

Shannon is an adjunct professor and an avid adventurer. She can be found mostly in Florida where she’s outside enjoying all the Sunshine State has to offer.

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Shattered by Mari Mancusi – Cover Reveal + Giveaway!

7th Apr 2014 Jess and Lety @ Gone with the Words 2014, Cover Reveals, Giveaways

Shattered by Mari Mancusi – Cover Reveal + Giveaway!

Happy Monday, friends!!

Today we’re happy to help reveal the SCORCHED sequel, SHATTERED.

Shattered Cover

TRINITY
In only a few short months, her world has changed forever. She’s on the run with Emmy, the last living dragon, and their bond is tested at every turn as their enemies grow ever closer…
CONNOR
He’s betrayed his mission to destroy the dragon, and now he must protect Trinity and Emmy with everything he has. But he isn’t sure he’s strong enough to save them both…
CALEB
He knows each time he visits the Nether he’s one step closer to losing himself completely. But the pull of this fantasy world is becoming harder to resist each day.
SCARLET
By a twist of fate, this girl from the wrong side of the tracks has a chance to save the world—or at least the world’s last dragon. And she’s willing to risk everything to do so…
When a cell phone video of Emmy goes viral and the government starts closing in, Team Dragon is running out of places to hide.

 

Lety loved SCORCHED (see her review HERE), so I know she’s excited about this reveal.

What do you think, Lety?

Omigawd look at this cover y’all!! I can’t stop staring at it, I’m in a dragon-induced trance. Look at that lovely, lovely creature! Those piercing blue eyes, those menacing claws… those horns… those sharp teeth. Oh my! If I thought Emmy (the dragon) looked fierce on the Scorched cover, she looks downright terrorizing on this one!

I like how on the first cover Trinity (the girl) looked a bit sheepish, hiding behind Emmy’s claw, with a very uncertain expression on her face… on this cover she is up front and center and looking like she is ready to pounce and a lot more comfortable with Emmy. Not to mention, she has a very determined expression. (Extra points for the chucks!)

In the first book we were shown a tiny glimpse into the world of dragons and Trinity’s bond with Emmy. It sounds like their bond is growing stronger and Emmy surely is growing. I mean look at the size of her on that cover! Things are getting intense! Can’t wait to read what Mari Mancusi has in store for us in this sequel.

And to help celebrate this release, Mari Mancusi is giving away something really special! So be sure to enter!

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About Mari Mancusi

Mari Mancusi

Mari Mancusi always wanted a dragon as a pet. Unfortunately the fire insurance premiums proved a bit too large and her house a bit too small–so she chose to write about them instead. Today she works as an award-winning young adult author and freelance television producer, for which she has won two Emmys.

When not writing about fanciful creatures of myth and legend, Mari enjoys goth clubbing, cosplay, snowboarding, watching cheesy (and scary) horror movies, and her favorite guilty pleasure—playing videogames. A graduate of Boston University, she lives in Austin, Texas with her husband Jacob, daughter Avalon, and their dog Mesquite.

Mari is pronounced like the name Mary.
Mancusi is pronounced man-COO-see.

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We Got A New Look!

5th Apr 2014 Jess and Lety @ Gone with the Words 2014, Giveaways, Newsletter

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You guyssssss!!

Look at it! Isn’t it pretty?!

Most of you have come to know this blog by our previous header…

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It is beautiful and while I will miss it, it was time for change.

And OMG what a beautiful change, right?!

This new design was created by the wonder Ashley at Nose Graze/Creative Whim.

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She’s the creator of the ever SO useful Ultimate Book Blogger Plugin, so she knows what works best for book bloggers when it comes to blog design too.

To celebrate this awesome moment for us, we’re giving away $25 for you to spend on books! Open Internationally (anywhere The Book Depository ships to only)!

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What do you guys think??

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The Ring and The Crown by Melissa de la Cruz – Spotlight & Giveaway!

1st Apr 2014 Jess @ Gone with the Words 2014, Book Blasts, Giveaways

The Ring and The Crown by Melissa de la Cruz – Spotlight & Giveaway!The Ring and The Crown by Melissa de la Cruz
Series: The Ring and the Crown #1
Published by Disney Hyperion on April 1st 2014
Genres: Fantasy, Historical, Romance
Pages: 362
Format: Hardcover
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Princess Marie-Victoria, heir to the Lily Throne, and Aelwyn Myrddn, bastard daughter of the Mage of England, grew up together. But who will rule, and who will serve?

Quiet and gentle, Marie has never lived up to the ambitions of her mother, Queen Eleanor the Second, Supreme Ruler of the Franco-British Empire. With the help of her Head Merlin, Emrys, Eleanor has maintained her stranglehold on the world's only source of magic. She rules the most powerful empire the world has ever seen.

But even with the aid of Emrys' magic, Eleanor's extended lifespan is nearing its end. The princess must marry and produce an heir or the Empire will be vulnerable to its greatest enemy, Prussia. The two kingdoms must unite to end the war, and the only solution is a match between Marie and Prince Leopold VII, heir to the Prussian throne. But Marie has always loved Gill, her childhood friend and soldier of the Queen's Guard.

Together, Marie and Aelwyn, a powerful magician in her own right, come up with a plan. Aelwyn will take on Marie's face, allowing the princess to escape with Gill and live the quiet life she's always wanted. And Aelwyn will get what she's always dreamed of--the chance to rule. But the court intrigue and hunger for power in Lenoran England run deeper than anyone could imagine. In the end, there is only rule that matters in Eleanor's court: trust no one.

 

 

Today is the release of Melissa De La Cruz’s THE RING AND THE CROWN and I could not be happier to be able to share in the excitement!!

Check out these beautiful images showcasing three of the ladies in THE RING AND THE CROWN (I’m missing one for Isabelle, who is also very intriguing and strong from what I’ve read so far.)

Don’t they sound intriguing?!

Check the above images and so many others on the THE RING AND THE CROWN Tumblr page!!

Also! The book trailer is one of the best I’ve seen, and not only because it features one of my all time favorite songs by an all time favorite band, but because it’s beautiful and captivating and it leaves you wanting to find out what is going on! Take a look…

Here’s the full song and music video featured in the trailer… <3

Now here’s your chance to win a copy!!

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About Melissa de la Cruz

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MELISSA DE LA CRUZ is the author of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling series Blue Bloods, which has three million copies in print. She spent many summers on Shelter Island, which served as the inspiration for the fictional town of North Hampton. She lives in Los Angeles and Palm Springs with her family.

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Review: Waiting On You by Kristan Higgins + Giveaway & Excerpt!

31st Mar 2014 Jess @ Gone with the Words 2014, Giveaways, Reviews, Reviews by Jess

Review: Waiting On You by Kristan Higgins + Giveaway & Excerpt!Waiting On You by Kristan Higgins
Series: Blue Heron #3
Published by HQN on March 25th 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Pages: 457
Format: eARC
Source: NetGalley
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5 Stars
Does being nobody's fool mean that you're nobody's love?

Colleen O'Rourke is in love with love... just not when it comes to herself. Most nights, she can be found behind the bar at the Manningsport, New York, tavern she owns with her twin brother, doling out romantic advice to the lovelorn, mixing martinis and staying more or less happily single. See, ten years ago, Lucas Campbell, her first love, broke her heart... an experience Colleen doesn't want to have again, thanks. Since then, she's been happy with a fling here and there, some elite-level flirting and playing matchmaker to her friends.

But a family emergency has brought Lucas back to town, handsome as ever and still the only man who's ever been able to crack her defenses. Seems like maybe they've got some unfinished business waiting for them—but to find out, Colleen has to let her guard down, or risk losing a second chance with the only man she's ever loved.

 

While I’ll admit I love all Kristan Higgins books, I do have my favorites. Waiting On You is now one of those favorites. I don’t think I’ve laughed so much with a Higgins book before. And at the same time, my heartstrings have never been pulled so taut before either. In other words, ALL THE DAMN FEELS!

I think the beauty in the relationship between Colleen and Lucas is that these two knew they were meant to be from the moment they laid eyes on one another, back in high school. Their love was everything first love is: overwhelming, intense, beautifully pure. But life has a funny way of throwing things for a loop sometimes, taking your life plans and shredding them so completely. Our Colleen and Lucas were subjected to such a fate, and so the whole book I’m just waiting for life to work out for them.

There are tons of emotional ups and downs in this book, plenty moments to shed tears for, but there are also some hilariously awesome moments. I think the hilarious moments were necessary to balance out the emotional aspect and Higgins did a great job of it.

Other characters we’ve met before make appearances and we get to see where they are now, which is always nice. We also get to know Connor, Colleen’s twin brother, a little better. In fact, he completely intrigued me in this book and I hope we get a Connor book soon!

Even though Waiting On You is technically part of a series, you could completely read this one as a stand-alone, and I strongly urge you to check it out. I have no doubt you’ll love it too. :)

Read the first chapter and see what I mean!!

Excerpt

CHAPTER ONE

“Drinks are on the house!”

A cheer went up from the gang, not just because Colleen O’Rourke—the bartender and half owner of the best (and only) bar in town—had just offered free booze, but because Brandy Morrison and Ted Standish had just gotten engaged.

Colleen hugged the happy couple once more, then went behind the bar and accepted high fives from her regulars as she pulled beers and mixed martinis, poured wine and slid glasses down the bar. After all, Brandy and Ted were her doing. That made…hmm…fourteen couples she’d set on the road to matrimony? No, fifteen! Not bad. Not bad at all.

“Good job, Coll,” said Gerard Chartier, accepting his free Cooper’s Cave IPA. He sat at the end of the bar, where the fire department was having a “meeting,” the agenda of which seemed to be O’Rourke’s list of microbrews. She wasn’t complaining. They were good for business.

“Your sorry single state hasn’t gone unnoticed,” she said, rubbing his bald head. “Not to worry. You’re next.”

“I’d rather stay single.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Trust Auntie Colleen, ever wise and all-knowing.”

“Colleen!” her brother Connor yelled from the kitchen. “Stop harassing the customers!”

“I’m part of our charm!” she yelled back. “Gang, are you feeling harassed?”

A satisfying chorus of no answered her. She breezed into the kitchen. “Hi, Rafe,” she greeted the backup chef, who was making one of his famous cheesecakes. “Save some of that for me, okay?”

“Of course, my truest love,” he said, not looking at her. He was gay. All the good ones were.

“Brother mine,” Colleen said to her twin, “what bug is up your ass?”

“You just gave away three hundred dollars’ worth of booze, that’s what,” he said.

“Brandy and Ted got engaged. Beautiful ring, too.”

“Your work, Collie?” Rafe asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes. They’d been eyeing each other for weeks. I gave a gentle shove, and voila. I expect I’ll be a bridesmaid. Again.”

Rafe smiled. “And when will you work your superpowers on your own self, lovey?”

“Oh, never. I’m too smart for all that. I like to use men for purely physical—”

“Stop! No one wants to hear about your sex life,” Connor said.

“I do,” said Rafe.

She grinned. Tormenting her brother, though they were both thirty-one, was still one of the great joys in life.

“It seems like such a waste. All that, unclaimed.” Rafe gestured to her torso and face.

“She got burned when she was young,” Connor told Rafe.

“Oh, please. That’s not why I’m single. Besides, you’re single, too. It’s all part of our dysfunctional childhood, Rafe.”

“Don’t even try,” he said, adding the sour cream layer to the cake. “I was a gay boy born to Jehovah’s Witnesses and grew up in East Texas with five older brothers who all played football. It was Friday Night Lights meets The Birdcage meets Swamp People. No one can compete with me in the land of dysfunctional families.”

“You totally win,” Colleen said. “Con and I only had a cheating father and—

“Isn’t tonight your night off?” Connor interrupted.

“Yep. But I came in because I sensed, using our magical twinsy bond, that you missed me.”

“You sensed wrong,” he muttered. “Get out of my kitchen. Your posse just came through the door.”

“He has batlike hearing,” Rafe said.

“I know. It’s creepy. Bye, boys! Don’t forget my piece of heaven, Rafe. Connor, come say hi. Everyone loves you, for some reason.”

She went back out into the bar and sure enough, there were the girls: Faith Holland, her oldest pal in the world (and a newlywed, and while Colleen couldn’t claim that one as her idea, she’d nonetheless helped keep them together); Honor, Faith’s older sister (bone-dry martini, three olives), someone Colleen had definitely helped with sweet Tom Barlow—their wedding would be in early July; and Prudence, the oldest Holland sister (gin and tonic, now that it was spring), married for decades.

“How’s tricks, Holland girls? Honor, you want your usual? Pru, a G&T? And what about you, Faithie? I have some strawberries I’ve been saving for you…a little vodka, a little mint, splash of lemon…want to try one?”

“Just water for me,” Faith said.

“Oh, lordy, are you pregnant?” Colleen blurted. Faith and Levi had gotten married in January, and from the way he looked at her, those two got it on like weasels. And you know what they say about weasels.

“I didn’t say that.” But she blushed, and Honor smiled.

“Well, I hope you are,” said Pru. “Nothing like the blessing of kids, even though I thought I would kill Abby the other day. She asked if she could get her tongue pierced. I said sure, I’d get a hammer and a nail and we could do it right now if she was that dumb, and the conversation devolved from there.”

“Hi, girls,” Connor said dutifully, having emerged from the kitchen.

“Con, bring Pru and Honor their regulars, and a big glass of ice water for Faith here.”

“I thought you wanted me to say hi, not to wait on you,” he said. “Faith, are you pregnant?”

“No! Maybe. Just shush,” Faith said. “I’m thirsty, that’s all.”

“Connor Cooper would be a great name,” he suggested.

“I think it sounds pretentious,” Colleen said. “Colleen Cooper, or Colin for a boy…now we’re talking. Con, how about those drinks? And some nachos?”

Her brother gave her a dark look but left obediently, and Colleen settled back in her seat. “Guess what you missed? Brandy Morrison and Ted Standish just got engaged! He got down on one knee and everything, and she was crying, and it was beautiful, ladies! Beautiful!”

Hannah, Colleen’s cousin, brought over their food and drinks, and Prudence launched into a story of her latest adventure in keeping things fresh in the old conjugal bed. Very entertaining. Coll scanned the bar as Pru talked, making sure all was running smoothly.

It occurred to her that spending her night off at work was maybe not a hundred percent healthy. Granted, options were limited in Manningsport, New York, a town of just over seven hundred. She could be home, reading and cuddling with Rufus, her enormous Irish wolfhound mutt, who would love nothing more than to stare into her eyes in adoration for several hours. One couldn’t rule out the ego boost that provided.

Or, Colleen thought, she could be out on a date. Rafe had a point.

It’s just that every guy she met seemed to be lacking something. She hadn’t felt the tingle in a long, long time.

As the proprietor of the only year-round, alcohol-serving establishment in town, Colleen saw a lot of relationships blossom or end in a fiery crash. When things went right, it was generally because the woman had cleverly manipulated the guy into good dating behavior. He’d call when he said he would. Put some thought into dates. He’d ask questions about her life because she didn’t vomit up all her personal history in the first ten minutes.

Far more common, however, was the fiery crash model, when Colleen mixed a sympathy cosmo or poured an extra ounce of Pinot Grigio into a glass for a woman who had no idea what went wrong. Colleen could tell her, of course, and sometimes did…Maybe you shouldn’t have talked about your ex for two hours, or Is telling him you were just cleared for fertility treatments a good idea on the first date?

Happily, the now-engaged Brandy had asked Colleen for advice from the start. Should I go out with him again tomorrow? Is it okay to sleep with him yet? How about if I text him right now?

The answers: No, no and no.

“Colleen,” said the bride-to-be now, “I just wanted to thank you again for everything.” She bent down and gave Coll a hug. “Bridesmaid?”

“Of course!” Colleen said. “You two…mazel tov! I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks, Coll,” Ted said. “You’re the best.”

“My fifteenth couple,” she said to the Holland sisters as the happy couple left for some monkey sex, one presumed.

“You have a gift,” Faith said, taking a slab of nachos onto her plate.

“And yet just last night, there was some poor woman in here, begging the guy she was with not to dump her, and I took her aside and said, ‘Honey, if you have to beg, do you really want this loser?’ But of course, she kept crying and begging, and it was agony, I tell you.” She finished her drink, one of the strawberry thingies Faith had passed on. “Maybe I should teach a class. Pru, when Abby starts dating, you send her to me.”

“Will do. And thanks, because God knows, she’s not listening to me these days.”

“Excuse me,” came a voice, and all three of them looked up.

“Hey, Paulie,” Colleen said. “How are you? Have a seat!”

Paulina “Paulie” Petrosinsky pulled up a chair, swung it backward and straddled it. She’d been Faith and Colleen’s classmate—not quite a friend back in the day, but really nice. She came into O’Rourke’s once in a while, usually after a workout at the gym, where her weightlifting skills were the stuff of legend.

“Um…I overheard you say something about, uh, teaching people? Women?” she asked.

“Slut University,” Pru said, and Faith and Honor snorted.

“Very funny,” Colleen said. “My reputation is greatly exaggerated.”

“And whose fault is that?” Faith asked. “You should stop spreading rumors about yourself.”

Colleen smiled. Had she in fact written something flattering about herself on the men’s room wall just last week? She had. “Ignore my so-called friends,” she said. “What’s up?”

“Um…can you really help a, um, a person? With, uh…you know. Love and men and stuff?” Paulie’s face turned deep red, then purple.

“Are you all right?” Honor asked, frowning a little.

“Oh, that. My face. It’s called idiopathic craniofacial erythema. I…I blush. A lot.”

“Wish I could hang around,” Prudence said. “We farm people have to get up early. Good luck with your man, Paulie! See you, girls!”

“So are you interested in someone in particular?” Colleen asked, scootching over into Pru’s vacated chair to make more room at the table.

Paulie swallowed. “Yeah,” she whispered, glancing around.

“Who?” Faith asked.

“Um…I’d rather not say.”

Colleen nodded. “What do you like about him?”

“He’s…he’s just so nice. I mean, really kind, right? And he’s cheerful and good and smart, I think, too. I mean, he…well. He’s great.”

Colleen smiled. “And do you feel sick when you see him, and then hot, and then nauseous?”

“Exactly,” Paulie said, her face purpling again.

“Do you imagine conversations with him, holding hands and moonlit walks and all that other mushy stuff?”

“I—yes. I do.” Paulie took a shaky breath.

“Does he make your danger zone tingly? Does your skin get hot, do your knees wobble, does your tongue feel swollen—”

Faith stood up. “I miss Levi,” she announced. She gave Colleen a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her sister’s shoulder. “Good luck, Paulie! Take Colleen with a grain of salt.”

“I’m going, too,” Honor said. “Bye, matchmaker. Do no harm, mind you. See you, Paulina.”

“So who is this guy?” Colleen asked when they were gone.

Paulie shot a nervous glance back to the bar. Aha! A hint. “You know what?” Paulie said. “Never mind. He’s…he’s out of my league.”

“No, he’s not!” Colleen cried. “Paulie, you’re so nice! You are! Anyone would be lucky to have you.” Besides, Colleen always felt a little guilty where Paulie was concerned.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

“It’s true,” Colleen said firmly. Granted, Paulie hadn’t been blessed with great beauty. And her dad was a little odd—Ronnie Petrosinsky, owner of four small restaurants called Chicken King that served fried chicken thirty-eight different ways, all of them very, very bad for you. He was locally famous for his commercials, where he pranced around dressed as a rooster wearing a crown. Poor Paulie was also featured in a fluffy yellow chick suit, wearing a crown—the Chicken Princess. Try getting out from under that title, especially in high school.

“Listen, Paulie. No one is out of your league. Go ahead, tell me.”

Paulina sighed gustily and drained her Genesee (first order of business: get her to drink something more feminine). “It’s Bryce Campbell.”

Oh. Okay, so that might be tough.

Bryce was gorgeous. Jake Gyllenhaal DEFCON 4–gorgeous. He got his share of tail, as Colleen knew all too well. Bryce was a regular. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but sweet. He had a certain charm, and women threw themselves at him all the time.

Lots of women.

“That’s fine,” Colleen said, realizing she hadn’t spoken for a moment. “Not a problem.”

Paulie gave her a despairing look.

“I’m serious. We can work with this. So, tell me more about you and Bryce.”

Paulie’s expression grew dreamy, the severe blush fading. “He volunteers at the animal shelter, you know?” Colleen nodded; Bryce had in fact helped her choose Rufus the Doofus. “And the animals, they all love him. I go in a lot. I, um…I’ve adopted two dogs and four cats in the past year.”

Colleen smiled. “That’s a lot. But go on.”

“And the other day, I was getting gas, and so was he, and I didn’t even plan that! He just smiled at me and said, ‘Hey, Paulie, how’s it going?’” She sighed at the memory of the magical words. “It was amazing. I mean, that smile, right?”

Yes. Bryce had a beautiful smile. That was true.

“He’s never in a bad mood,” Paulie went on. “Never has a bad thing to say about anyone. Not that I talk to him. Not much, anyway. But sometimes we lift weights at the same time, and…well, I try to talk to him. But my mind goes blank, and I never think of anything good to say. But last week? I had to walk past him, and I said ‘Excuse me,’ and he said, and I quote, ‘No problem.’ Colleen, he smelled so good.”

The woman had it bad.

“And when we were in high school, he never made fun of me.”

Colleen’s heart gave a squeeze. Paulie had a solid, athletic build and held the school record for the number of pushups, beating even Jeremy Lyon, football god, a record that stood to this day. Her father’s business didn’t help her social status; he’d started out as a chicken farmer, and Paulie hadn’t grown up as comfortably as most of the kids in town, though not as poor as others. And then, when the Chicken King became so successful, well, that was different, too, and it was hard to be different at that age.

Though she was now the chief operating officer for the Chicken King franchises, Colleen had never seen Paulie out of gym clothes, and she always seemed on the fringe of things, as nice and smart as she was.

With a pang, Colleen realized Paulie reminded her of Savannah, her nine-year-old half sister.

“You know what? Let’s forget about it, okay? I’m sorry,” Paulie said now.

“Absolutely not,” Colleen said. “He’d be lucky to have you. I’m serious. You’re great, you have so many nice qualities…it’s not gonna be that hard, Paulie. What have your other relationships been like?”

“Um…I…I’ve never had another relationship.”

“That’s fine. So, no experience with men?”

“I’m a virgin,” she said.

“No worries. Nothing wrong with saving yourself for true love.” Colleen herself had, after all. Not that hers was an exemplary story.

“It’s more like no one’s ever asked me.”

Oh! Poor lamb! “Not a problem.”

“He’d probably rather go out with you,” Paulie said.

“Oh, please,” Colleen said with a flinch. “Bryce? No. We’re not…he’s a sweetheart, but not my type. But you guys…you’d be great together.”

Paulie’s face lit up? “Really? You think so? Honest? I’ll do whatever you say. You think I have a shot?”

“Absolutely.”

Connor was back. “Dad called. Wants you to babysit. Apparently, Gail needs a break.”

Ah. Gail Chianese O’Rourke, their stepmother, four years their senior, not so lovingly known as Gail-the-Tail-Chianese-Rhymes-with-Easy-Hyphen-O’Rourke.

“A break from what?” Colleen asked. “From spa appointments? From shopping? A break from having breaks?”

“I don’t know. Ask him to call you on your cell next time. Hey, Paulie, anything else for you?”

“Uh, I’m good, thanks,” she said, shifting to take a ten from her pocket.

“On the house,” Connor and Colleen said in unison.

“Thanks.” She stood, tripped a little over the chair; Con grabbed her arm and Paulie flushed again. “Well. Thanks, Coll. You rock.” With that, she headed out into the beautiful spring night.

“I’m fixing her up,” Colleen said.

“Oh, God,” Connor muttered.

“What? You have something against true love?”

“Do you have to ask?”

The bar was emptying; the sidewalks, few that there were, tended to roll up early in Manningsport. Connor sat down with her. The only folks left were on the volunteer fire department, who felt that O’Rourke’s was their home away from home.

“Con, you think Mom and Dad screwed us up forever? I mean, neither one of us has a significant other.”

Connor shrugged. He hated talking about their parents.

“You should go out with someone. Jessica Dunn, maybe. Or Julianne from the library. Or I could fix you up.”

“I’d rather hang myself, but thanks.”

“If you do, can I have your car?” She gave him a look. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He grimaced, but hey, the twin telepathy was alive and well. “Don’t have kittens, okay? But actually, I’m seeing someone.”

“What? Since when? Who?”

“No kittens, Colleen.”

“Well, you’re my twin, my family, my coworker! We share a house!”

“Another life mistake.”

“Connor,” she said more calmly, “how are you seeing someone and I don’t know about it? Who is she? How long has this been going on? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this. I didn’t want you to go crazy and give me advice or start naming babies.”

“When have I ever done that?”

“An hour ago. You told Faith to name her baby after you.”

“Well, so did you.”

Her brother crossed his arms. “It’s not serious. Not yet.”

“I can’t believe you kept this from me. God, those three minutes you have on me ruined you. I should’ve been born first, and I would’ve been, if you hadn’t shoved me out of the way.”

“Okay, we’re done here. You wanna kick out the fire department, or shall I?”

“Get out, people!” Colleen yelled, and the various and sundry members of Manningsport’s bravest started reaching for their wallets.

Hello. Bryce Campbell was there, too. He must’ve come in when she was with the girls. He was watching the fire department with an almost wistful look on his face. Boys. They never got over the thrill of their first shiny red truck.

Well, no time like the present.

“Hey, Bryce,” she said, ambling over.

“Hi, Colleen.” He looked at her and smiled, and yes, Paulie had a point. Bryce was cute. That wasn’t news, but still.

“How’s your dad?” Smiling Joe Campbell was one of Colleen’s favorite patrons, though he hadn’t been in much in the past year.

“He’s great!” Bryce flashed another look at the MVFD, who were now filing out the door, laughing.

“You should join the fire department,” she said.

“Yeah. I doubt my mom would approve of that. I might get hurt.”

“You probably wouldn’t, though. Their safety record is stellar, even if they are a bunch of goofballs.” She took his empty glass and wiped the counter in front of him. “So, Bryce, you seeing anyone these days?”

He raised a friendly eyebrow. “You asking?”

“No.”

“Right.” He gave a mock grimace. “Nope, no one special. I wouldn’t mind having a girlfriend, though.”

This was going to be easier than she thought. “Really? What’s your type?”

“Aside from you?” He winked.

“None of that, now. Answer the question.”

“I don’t know. Pretty. Kind of…pretty and nice and hot, you know? Like Faith Holland, except maybe taller and skinnier, and don’t tell Levi I said that, okay?”

“Bryce Campbell. Looks aren’t everything, you know.” And if he had a problem with Faith—who was built like a 1940s pinup girl—she was going to have to tread carefully with Paulie. “How about personality?”

“Really outgoing. Like me, kind of. You know anyone?”

“Hmm. No one leaps to mind.” Actually, four women leaped to mind, but Bryce was a typical man—he didn’t know what he needed; he just knew what he liked. “But I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Thanks, Coll! You’re the best!”

“It’s true. Now get out, we’re closing.”

Half an hour later, Colleen walked to the yellow-and-red Victorian she shared with her brother. A duplex, so it wasn’t quite as dysfunctional as it sounded. Connor had left a little earlier, and the first floor lights were out. Colleen’s apartment was on the second floor—a staircase in the back led to a small deck and her door.

She wondered if this mystery woman of his had visited the house yet.

“It’s all good,” she murmured to herself as she opened her door. “After all, we have somebody to love, too. Right, Rufus?”

One hundred and sixty pounds of scruffy gray canine agreed. She allowed him to maul her, scratched his rough gray fur, gazed meaningfully into his eyes, and then extricated herself. “Who wants a cookie? Is it us? I want an Oreo, and you, my beautiful countryman, can have a Milk-Bone.”

Some bozo had bought Rufus as a puppy, then, shocker, learned that the breed tended to get a wee bit large. But the idiot’s loss was her gain, because, as Bryce Campbell had suspected, Rufus and Colleen were kindred spirits.

She called Rushing Creek and talked to Joanie, the night nurse in her grandfather’s wing, and ascertained that Gramp was having a good night. Then, with a sigh, she got the snacks, made Rufus balance his cookie on his nose before allowing him to inhale it, then flopped down on the couch with the box of Oreos. Because really, no one had just one Oreo.

Love was in the air. It was all around her, as a matter of fact—Faith and Levi maybe percolating a baby; Honor and Tom getting married; Brandy and Ted now engaged. Paulie and Bryce (complicated on several levels…but maybe a chance for Colleen to do something good).

Connor and someone.

That one gave her the biggest pang. Granted, there’d been many times over the years when Colleen would’ve cheerfully sold Connor to the gypsies (and had, in fact, put him up for adoption when they were twelve and he announced the fact of her period in the cafeteria). When their parents went through their ugly, horrible, terrible divorce, she and Connor had become closer than ever. They often called or texted each other simultaneously. Saw each other every day.

It was strange, thinking of her twin married, a dad. She certainly wanted him happy, of course she did. It was just that she always pictured it in the happy, sunny future, in which she would have a great spouse and adorable tots.

But that picture always held a dreamlike quality, the image overexposed, as if the sun shone too brightly, and her husband’s face was blurred.

Once, she’d known exactly who the face belonged to, and it hadn’t been blurry at all.

 

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About Kristan Higgins

Kristan Higgins

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristan Higgins writes down-to-earth romantic comedies…real life, true love and lots of laughs.

Kristan fell in love with romance at the age of 13, when she stole her grandmother’s copy of Shanna by Kathleen Woodiwiss. Much of her adolescence was spent mentally rewriting the end of Gone With the Wind. After a career in public relations and advertising, she started writing fiction when her children graced her life with simultaneous afternoon naps. She is the author of seven romantic comedies and absolutely loves her job. Mom of two great kids, wife of a heroic firefighter and owner of a very cute mutt, Kristan lives in Connecticut.

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